Windisch

Every day when Windisch is jolted by the pot hole, he thinks, "The end is here."

Herta Müller - Prose 2009

And Windisch sees that the night watchman will stay beyond the end.

Herta Müller - Prose 2009

Every morning, as he cycles alone along the road to the mill, Windisch counts the day.

Herta Müller - Prose 2009

Windisch strikes the two small, despondent faces above the epaulettes dead.

Herta Müller - Prose 2009

And in the evening, when Windisch locks up the mill, he counts the years and the days once again.

Herta Müller - Prose 2009

Since Windisch made the decision to emigrate, he sees the end everywhere in the village.

Herta Müller - Prose 2009

Such as it is, the story concerns Windisch the village miller, who has applied for permission to migrate to West Germany from the German village in Romania where he currently lives.

On Herta Müller « Tales from the Reading Room 2010

And after Windisch has counted two hundred and twenty-one days and the pot hole has jolted him, he gets off for the first time.

Herta Müller - Prose 2009

These are mostly snapshots of Windisch going about his usual business and crossing other members of his community in the process, all of whom are dispossessed, alienated, competitive about petty concerns.

On Herta Müller « Tales from the Reading Room 2010

Windisch counts two years by the war memorial and two hundred and twenty-one days in the pot hole by the poplar.

Herta Müller - Prose 2009